Chapter 30 — A Girl Full Of Mysteries

The night had grown quiet by the time Veeresh returned to the Dreewan estate.

But his mind refused to rest.

He stood alone on the balcony outside his room, cigarette burning slowly between his fingers while the city lights flickered below him. Usually, silence helped him think.

Tonight, it only made Poornima’s face replay in his mind again and again.

Her confusion.

Her panic.

Her forgotten memories.

And the way she looked genuinely lost while trying to remember something important.

Veeresh inhaled sharply before pulling out his phone.

Samuel answered immediately. “Yes, sir.”

“Any leads?”

“Nothing concrete yet,” Samuel admitted carefully. “I’m still trying to get access to the juvenile records and the original police files. Someone buried everything deeply.”

Veeresh’s eyes darkened.

“What about the birthday incident?”

“No clarity yet, sir. But the deeper we dig, the more people get nervous.”

That alone confirmed something dangerous.

“Keep digging,” Veeresh ordered coldly.

“Yes, sir.”

The call ended.

Veeresh crushed the cigarette into the ashtray just as someone knocked once before entering his room.

His father.

Mr. Dreewan walked inside calmly and immediately noticed the tension in his son’s face.

“The wedding dates are being discussed downstairs,” he said quietly.

Veeresh looked away toward the city again.

“Dad…” he said after a long silence, “Poornima is becoming a mystery.”

Mr. Dreewan stayed silent, letting him continue.

“She’s forgetting things,” Veeresh admitted finally. “Important things.”

His father’s expression turned serious instantly.

Veeresh rubbed his forehead in frustration, something he rarely did. “She remembers parts of events and then suddenly everything disappears.” His jaw tightened slightly. “And she keeps feeling like she wants to tell me something, but she can’t remember what.”

Mr. Dreewan listened carefully.

“There’s more trauma inside her mind than we realized,” Veeresh continued quietly. “It’s like her brain is blocking memories on purpose.”

For the first time in years, Veeresh actually sounded uncertain.

“I don’t know what to do.”

His father looked at him silently for a moment before speaking.

“You care about her.”

Veeresh immediately denied it. “That’s not the issue.”

Mr. Dreewan almost smiled faintly.

“Veeresh,” he said calmly, “you only lose sleep over people you care about.”

Silence.

Because that was true.

His father walked closer slowly. “Don’t force her to remember.” His voice softened slightly. “Trauma buried itself for a reason.”

Veeresh’s gaze remained distant.

“But stay beside her when it comes back.”

And somehow, that sounded far more terrifying than any enemy Salvatore Dreewan had ever faced.